lirik lagu lil dude - dummy
[intro]
jonny carvaggio
luciano
trigger diablo
brrt, baow
brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt
brrt, brrt, baow, brrt
brrt, baow, baow
brrt, baow
brrt, brrt, baow, baow, baow
[verse]
watch your nose, we gon’ wipe it
and them shooters, yeah, they wipin’
fill him up, he ain’t on it
he ain’t on it, he ain’t, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
shooters they with me, they really comin’
these n-gg-s, they ain’t really on nothin’
glock-23, it got some t-tties
they work at hooters, you know who with me
free smoke for anybody, lil’ n-gg-
gang and them, them n-gg-s ain’t picky
bands in my pocket, my fingers, they itchin’
don’t get your -ss caught lackin’ up in them trenches
young n-gg-s, they came up from nothin’
work with a stick, man, the young n-gg- buggin’
we don’t give a f-ck who you is, it’s nothin’
double back gang, all these n-gg-s i don’t trust in
shots went off, oh sh-t, they bustin’
might leave my four but i won’t leave the chopper
real gang sh-t, n-gg-, we the real mafia
click, clack, uh, right over the top of ya
uh, uh, i put the glock on ya
don’t stop if you ain’t really gon’ shop
told the b-tch don’t stop when she give top
big f&n’s we gon’ chop up your block
i post on the uh, one stop shop
who is these lil’ n-gg-s, man? i might be they pops
grrah, spray with the glock
graow, graow, spray with the glock, uh
shots at his tummy
every day, it ain’t gon’ be sunny
young n-gg-s, they on block, they comin’
wipe your nose like it was runny
we don’t play, we don’t be funny
hit his -ss, n-gg-, we gunnin’
we don’t play around with them hundreds
1050, n-gg-, that’s a hundred
yeah, he not tryna get into nothin’
check his temperature, f-ck, he sick or somethin’?
chopstick hit him, leave his body in the ditch or somethin’
big -ss stick, n-gg-, pick one, get one
y’all gon’ see, n-gg-, get one, hit one
come in the spot, we got sticks in the living room
run through the north with a stick, n-gg- unfroze
drop out your body, you know that you went gold
shoot up your block if you know that you gon’ tell
you know that you told
don’t call my phone, n-gg-, you ain’t tryna cop nothin’, n-gg-
you late, know that it’s sold
i get it and bag it in o’s
i’m elite, n-gg-, i only go bowl with the pros
doin’ magic that come with the zoes
kidnap your baby mother and we cut off her toes
ayy, uh, woah
n-gg-, you play with us, uh, you gotta go
ayy, uh, woah
we got them sticks, uh, smoke ’em like dro
wait, oh
we got them sticks, uh, n-body knows
uh, woah
we got them sticks, ho, everybody know (trapnanana)
we got the, huh, we got the pole, huh, we gon’ let blow (trapnanana)
hop out the cut with a scooter, we…
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